LXX. But ere the middle watch was hardly over, And that so loudly, that upstarted all The Oda, in a general commotion: LXXII. But wide awake she was, and round her bed, And bosoms, arms, and ankles glancing bare, By the North Pole,-they sought her cause of care, For she seem'd agitated, flush'd, and frighten'd, Her eye dilated and her color heighten'd. LXXIII. LXXVII. That on a sudden, when she least had hope, Upon the golden fruit the vision bore, All this she told with some confusion and LXXIX. The damsels, who had thoughts of some great harm, To scold a little at the false alarm That broke for nothing on their sleeping ear. But what is strange-and a strong proof how great I've heard of stories of a cock and bull; In holy matrimony snores away. Of slumber, ere they shook her, so they say, LXXIV. And now commenced a strict investigation, Dudu had never pass'd for wanting sense, At length she said, that, in a slumber sound, Run much less risk of lovers turning rude ;- LXXVI. And in the midst a golden apple grew,- But visions of an apple and a bee, The whole Oda from their beds at half-past three, LXXXI. "And poor Juanna, too! the child's first night That the young stranger should not lie alone, With you, Dudu, a good night's rest have known LXXXII. Lolah's eyes sparkled at the proposition; But poor Dudu, with large drops in her own, LXXXIII. She promised never more to have a dream, For laughter-but she felt her spirits low, LXXXIV. And here Juanna kindly interposed, And said she felt herself extremely well As thus Juanna spoke, Dudù turn'd round, I can't tell why she blush'd, nor can expound LXXXVI. And so good night to them,-or, if you will, And the mosque crescent struggled into sight Of dewy dawn wound slowly round each height That stretches to the stony belt which girds Asia, where Kaff looks down upon the Kurds. LXXXVII. With the first ray, or rather gray of morn, Array'd herself with mantle, gem, and veil. LXXXVIII. And that's the moral of this composition, If people would but see its real drift ;But that they will not do without suspicion, Because all gentle readers have the gift Of closing 'gainst the light their orbs of vision; While gentle writers also love to lift XCI. He did not think much on the matter, nor He liked to have a handsome paramour Had made him lately bask in his bride's beauty. XCII. And now he rose: and after due ablutions, He drank six cups of coffee at the least, In Catharine's reign, whom glory still adores As greatest of all sovereigns and w—s XCIII. But oh, thou grand legitimate Alexander ! Her son's son,-let not this last phrase offend Thine ear, if it should reach,—and now rhymes wanAlmost as far as Petersburg, and lend [der A dreadful impulse to each loud meander Of murmuring Liberty's wide waves, which blend Their roar even with the Baltic's, so you be Your father's son, 'tis quite enough for me. XCIV. To call men love-begotten, or proclaim Their mothers as the antipodes of Timon, That hater of mankind, would be a shame, A libel, or whate'er you please to rhyme on: But people's ancestors are history's game; And if one lady's slip could leave a crime on All generations, I should like to know What pedigree the best would have to show? XCV. Had Catherine and the sultan understood There was a way to end their strife, although Their voices 'gainst each other, which is natural-She to dismiss her guards, and he his haram, The numbers are too great for them to flatter all. And for their other matters, meet and share 'em. XCVI. But as it was, his highness had to hold His daily council upon ways and means, How to encounter with this martial scold, This modern Amazon and queen of queans; And the perplexity could not be told Of all the pillars of the state, which leans Sometimes a little heavy on the backs Of those who cannot lay on a new tax. CXVII. Meantime Gulbeyaz, when her king was gone, He had pass'd the night, was what she wish'd to What she could ne'er express-then how should I? know. C. Baba, with some embarrassment, replied To this long catechism of questions, ask'd He scratch'd his ear, the infallible resource Gulbeyaz was no model of true patience, Nor much disposed to wait in word or deed; She liked quick answers in all conversations; And when she saw him stumbling like a steed In his replies, she puzzled him for fresh ones; And as his speech grew still more broken-kneed, Her cheek began to flush, her eyes to sparkle, And her proud brow's blue veins to swell and darkle. CII. When Baba saw these symptoms, which he knew To bode him no great good, he deprecated CVII. She stood a moment, as a Pythoness Stands on her tripod, agonized, and full Of inspiration gather'd from distress, When all the heart-strings like wild horses pull The heart asunder;-then, as more or less Their speed abated, or their strength grew dull, She sunk down on her seat by slow degrees, And bow'd her throbbing head o'er trembling knees. CVIII. Her face declined, and was unseen; her hair Which rushes to some shore, whose shingles check Stirr'd up and down her bosom like a billow, CIX. Her head hung down, and her long hair in stooping Her anger, and beseech'd she'd hear him through-And one hand o'er the ottoman lay drooping, He could not help the thing which he related: Then out it came at length, that to Dudu Juan was given in charge, as hath been stated; But not by Baba's fault, he said, and swore on The holy camel's hump, besides the Koran. CIII. The chief dame of the Oda, upon whom (The aforesaid Baba) just then to do more, Without exciting such suspicion as Might make the matter still worse than it was. CIV. He hoped, indeed he thought, he could be sure But ended in his being found out and sack'd, White, waxen, and as alabaster pale; Would that I were a painter! to be grouping All that a poet drags into detail! Oh that my words were colors! but their tints May serve, perhaps, as outlines or slight hints. CX. Baba, who knew by experience when to talk And when to hold his tongue, now held it till This passion might blow o'er, nor dared to balk Gulbeyaz' taciturn or speaking will. At length she rose up, and began to walk Slowly along the room, but silent still, And her brow clear'd, but not her troubled eyeThe wind was down, but still the sea ran high. CXI. She stopp'd, and raised her head to speak-but paused, And then moved on again with rapid pace; By Sallust in his Catiline, who, chased V. Socrates said, our only knowledge was, XII. [pleasant But a stone bastion, with a narrow gorge, "To know that nothing could be known; Science enough, which levels to an ass Each man of wisdom, future, past, or present. Newton, (that proverb of the mind,) alas! " Declared, with all his grand discoveries recent, That he himself felt only "like a youth Picking up shells by the great ocean-Truth." VI. Ecclesiastes said, that all is vanity Most modern preachers say the same, or show it By their examples of true Christianity; In short, all know, or very soon may know it; And in this scene of all-confess'd inanity, By saint, by sage, by preacher, and by poet, Must I restrain me, through the fear of strife, From holding up the nothingness of life? VII. Dogs, or men! (for I flatter you in saying a Of wolves, will the bright Muse withdraw one ray From out her skies;-then howl your idle wrath! While she still silvers o'er your gloomy path. And walls as thick as most skulls born as yet: Two batteries, cap-à-pié, as our Saint George, Case-mated one, and 'tother a "barbette," Of Danube's bank took formidable charge; While two-and-twenty cannon, duly set, Rose o'er the town's right side, in bristling tier Forty feet high, upon a cavalier. XIII. But from the river the town's open quite, Because the Turks could never be persuaded A Russian vessel e'er would heave in sight; And such their creed was, till they were invaded, When it grew rather late to set things right. But as the Danube could not well be waded, The Russians now were ready to attack; Achilles' self was not more grim and gory Than thousands of this new and polish'd nation, Whose names want nothing but-pronunciation. XV. Still I'll record a few, if but to increase [noff, |